Shifting gear in the driver's seat as
The finger of God signals me
And this concrete bloodline carries me.
Never thought I'd bring the war back home.

I'm a number; I'm a casualty of war
For a cause I never had the chance,
Didn't understand the score.
They told me that I'd be okay,
Assume civilian life, live day to day.
But when I think about it my hands still shake,
And I know what I am...
Man Down!

I'm in overdrive, barely alive!
As long as I keep moving, I'm all right.
Was that a muzzle flash from my past
Or just my mind misfiring?

With one eye in mirror I see
The "Cavalry of God" coming up on me.
Bumper to bumper, traveling fast,
Waving Satan over...

I'm a number; I'm a casualty of war,
For a cause I never had the chance,
Never understood the score.
They told me that I'd be okay,
Assume civilian life, live day to day.
But when I think about it my hands still shake,
And I know what I am...
Man Down!